Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 170



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170. An unexpected enemy, Tervere made up his mind as he watched Tervere sweeping away the table.

“Brother, calm down for a moment and listen.”

“If you’re going to try to fool me with that dirty tongue again…!”

“It is very important. I may be able to tell you the countless truths that the Church has been hiding.”

It was to calm down the excited Terveer and to gain a powerful ally.

“…The truth that the church has been hiding?”

“This is a very serious matter. I want to get rid of everyone around me and just the two of us to discuss it.”

I spoke with sincerity and truth, without any embellishment.

However, Terveer looked at his youngest and only brother with suspicion despite the serious topic he had brought up.

“Is it true that the church’s hidden scriptures say it’s okay to use refugees as bait?”

I burst out laughing inside.

I also know very well that it is not a bad thing to have a noble heart that wants to save people.

How could I, a high-ranking priest, not know this?

Although he may be a little worn out by the world, he is not so twisted as to hate knights who honorably protect the weak.

Just… just.

I hate people who don’t have the power to achieve their lofty ideals and instead only cause more harm.

I have always resented those who chose to crash and break together instead of admitting that they lack strength and taking the next best option.

But, maybe.

“I will tell you why the church must win.”

Terveer might be different.

***

The strongest knight in Powis, Terveer.

There was no lie in the simple but weighty title.

It was questionable whether it might be the strongest in the Morning Isles, beyond the strongest in Powis.

Terveer is much stronger than a normal knight.

It was not a hasty judgment based on a few rumors, but a conclusion reached through experience and discussion.

From the beginning, it was unusual for him to fight on equal terms with Ariava without any blessings.

All he had was the protection of a long and healthy life, which would not be noticeable in battle, and even the Flail, which was notorious for being difficult to handle.

Moreover, he fought like that right after falling from his horse, enduring the shock.

Terveer’s amazing dance left even me amazed.

The strength that Terveer possessed was the first reason why I seriously tried to persuade him.

The second is…

Ise’s threat was much more terrifying than I had imagined.

The vivid testimonies of the knights who deserted with Tervere weighed even more heavily on my shoulders.

– It was a terrible sound. The horses suddenly went crazy at the sound.

As soon as they heard the strange cries, the horses lost their minds and started attacking everything they could get their hands on.

-I pulled out my sword to stop him from harming someone…

The mad horses continued to kick and bite people even when their necks were cut with a sword and blood gushed out from their cut necks.

Even when a sword pierced his neck, he showed no sign of pain and ran wild, defying death itself.

I guess ‘this’ is the waiting device that Ise has prepared.

If I had been a little late in supporting Terveer, I might have been faced with a cold, cooling corpse.

As I thought about that, a cold sweat ran down the back of my neck.

The countless pieces of information I had heard from Bishop Ganista were revealed in a more three-dimensional way through this fight.

The reason why there are three types of stigmata, and among them, the stigmata of rest that prevents the resurrection of the dead.

The old gods of this world who postpone or deny death, in contrast to the church which does not welcome reincarnation or resurrection.

The miracle performed by Ariava was clearly a glimpse of the past, of the fiercely fought Holy War and the era before that.

This is evidence that shows how a human being who was not favored by anyone and therefore not protected even after death was used.

It was just a simple guess, but a strange certainty settled in my heart.

To the gods who freely manipulate and shape the world and its creatures, humans would have been nothing more than clay.

An entity that can be torn apart and reused as needed without anyone saying anything.

…that would have been human.

From here the realm of conjecture and belief ends.

From then on, it was the realm of myths and history secretly passed down by the church.

The first adult tribune, who helped the priests offer up the hearts of their fellow human beings, petitioned the alien god, and when the alien races noticed this and tried to exterminate humans, the alien god finally responded.

Lux Stella, a starlight from outer space, bestowed upon the weakest the power to stand against the harsh and powerful gods of Ise and their servants, the light of the soul, Aura.

After a fight between the two worlds, the humans who sent the Awakened were victorious, but Lux Stella tolerated the existence of the pagans who served Ise, saying she would step aside until all humans reached an agreement.

The church, which could not tolerate this, decided to hide this fact and exterminate even the pagans who opposed the tax for the sake of unanimity of all mankind.

However, even within the church, those who questioned the sacrifices made by the Aura Awakeners and the Temple emerged, and a fierce civil war broke out, and the leadership of human society shifted from the church to the secular lords.

Unfortunately, the wishes of those who considered the sacrifice of the Aura Awakened unjustly won, and the church lost the method of training Aura Awakened ones that had been stained by sacrifice.

As time passes, Ise is now cautiously trying to retake the Morning Star system while it is uncertain whether there are any Aura Awakeners.

I told Terveer all these facts without hiding a single thing.

If it is such a shocking truth, and if it is said in a way that is pleasant to hear, even the most blind Terveer who falls asleep just by reading a book will be able to do it.

“Gororong.”

…I hear snoring.

Why can’t you hear me?

Before I knew it, I carefully lowered my gaze, which had been looking at the ceiling.

Okay then.

“Gororong… Hmm, hmm. No, even if that’s not the case… Honey, even if you don’t go this time…”

“…”

Was lying down.

Terveer was sprawled out on the table, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.

He said this with a pitiful expression, begging as if he was begging his sister-in-law whom he had met while she was asleep.

At that moment-.

-A line was broken in my heart.

“Brother, you need to wake up.”

“No… Honey, you know I don’t do it… I’ve never done it before. It’s a friend I don’t know…”

“Brother, seriously, if you don’t wake up.”

In the name of Bishop Powis, I will compile the list of illegitimate children you sent me and send it to your wife in a nice format.

“!!!!”

The effect was perfect.

Terve, who had been spouting nonsense and sleeping soundly until just a moment ago, opened his eyes wide.

Terveer looked at me with bloodshot eyes and shouted without even touching his pressed cheek.

“What, what are you talking about, Narva!”

“Look!”

bang!

I didn’t give in and slammed the table in return.

“Isn’t it because your guilt towards your sister-in-law is so great that you ask for forgiveness even while you are sleeping?!”

“That… was that so?”

“That’s right. This time, you tried to prove your innocence by saying that you never visited a brothel.”

“Oh, Narva, it’s not a brothel. They are craftsmen in their own specialized fields, refining their skills. They deserve to be called a guild.

What I’ll give back to you is my fist.

It was my fist slamming the table.

“Brother, please!”

bang!

“I need a knight I can trust. If I’m going to fight the incoming pagans, I need a powerful ally who can stand up to them right now!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“You must have seen the miracles performed by the pagan leader. The miracles performed by the old gods of Ise. I stopped the power of the horses that suddenly went berserk and bit and harmed people, and tried to kill them but did not die. If it weren’t for the stigmata, they might have been annihilated instead.

We need more Stigmata. Stigmata that can fight on the battlefield right now!”

And Terveer, who had pledged honesty, moderation, and holy living, grew faster than anyone else and was able to aim for the third level of devotion.

I don’t know about anything else, but if you just keep your vow of moderation, you can clearly see your level up by storm!

But the opponent is Terveer.

“You? You’re the one who calmed the horses? How so?”

…He was indeed a formidable opponent, living up to his reputation as the strongest knight in Powis.

After waking up Terveer, who was trying to fall asleep, and explaining it twice, Terveer finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

“So, Narva, the stigmata manifester, isn’t it a problem that you can just sweep the battlefield with me without going anywhere else?

“Even those without skills will become humble after seeing your skills. How wonderful that would be. It would be an opportunity for all the knights of Powis to work together.”

“Are you aware of this?”

“Then. I knew you had to come with me, Narva.”

The sight of someone smiling proudly and nodding their head.

You can’t just grab it with a hammer (you have to use a life-or-death weapon since it’s physically strong).

It felt like my insides were burning, so I explained it to him in a reasonable way.

“I must buy time against the heretics. I must mediate between factions whose interests are still unclear, and in the process, I must build up the Duchy of Powis into a bulwark against the future Ise. I need ten men to do so.

So, I am trying to persuade you to lead the army and repel the invasion of foreign enemies while I am sitting at my desk.”

Then Terveer crossed his arms, turned his head away, and grumbled.

“Tch. I’m sure Brother Ethelred could do that on his own.”

How dare you say something so brazen that it would make Ethelred furious if he heard it.

But I didn’t point it out because I knew what was important.

In the end, it seems that the best way to appeal to the relativity sensibility of Terveer is to go around and around.

I sighed and approached her honestly rather than making petty excuses.

“Brother. I understand your desire to fight with me. I also had fun and was happy to be working together with you.”

“…Huh, kid. Now you’re admitting it. I knew that you, Narva, were born to be a tough guy.”

“But it’s also fun to wrestle with paperwork at the desk.”

“Ugh!”

“No matter where it is, my brother and I will fight together for the siege on our respective battlefields, so in the end, it will be a joint effort.”

Terveer, half serious, half exaggerated.

Was it like that for a long time?

Terveer forced himself to pretend to twist his body, but eventually looked this way and laughed heartily.

“I understand why I must swear an oath of honesty and moderation. But promise me one thing, too!”

“What is it?”

Terveer said, holding out his clenched right fist.

“Sometimes you have to come and sharpen your sword with me.”

Oh, right.

I can’t stop laughing.

I also followed Terve and clenched my right hand into a fist.

“Yes, let’s do that.”

I bumped my fist into Terveer’s fist.

The two of us stared at each other in that state and burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha! By the way, what did the nickname Chang-Kae mean?”

“It means that he handles the window like a ghost. A servant who saw my skills called me that a while ago, and I liked it so much that I decided to call myself that.”

“Indeed. Now, if I can master horsemanship, I will surpass even myself.”

“It must be boiling even now.”

“You’re already so cocky. Okay, I need to raise the multiplier before you surpass me.”

Before leaving the Duchy of Penrad, the conversation with Terveer, whom I had not seen in a long time, continued.

Okay, it’s a success.

With this, Terveer’s vasectomy version in the Middle Ages was neatly completed without even touching the scalpel.

Episode 171